Free His Scottish Pet: Dom of the Ages by Red Phoenix Page B

afterglow.
    “I’m so happy,” she murmured on his shoulder.
    He was content, for the first time in ages. Maybe this was why he’d felt the urgent need to travel abroad—it was fated.

 
    The Taking of Her

    A few days later, while watching his pet’s round bottom as she scrubbed the laundry, he felt an irresistible urge to take her. It was if he’d been struck by lightning and the impulse would not be denied. Being of a controlled nature, the feeling was foreign to him. Her first time was not going to be a quick, hard pounding, which was exactly what he was tempted to give her. So he ordered, “Pet, stop what you are doing, go to the cottage, undress and lie on the bed.”
    She glanced back at him with a charming little smile, before wiping her hands and heading to the cottage. He felt just like a rutting bull and wanted to charge her.
    Ryce breathed a sigh of relief when she shut the door. He turned and made his way to the barn, stripped off his shirt and grabbed the flogger. With hard strokes, he repeatedly hit his back. The bite of the tails helped to clear his mind. There was no doubt he was going to take her, but he wanted their first time to be an exploration and gentle introduction, not the callous pounding the old man had forced on her.
    He retrieved his shirt before heading towards the cottage. His mind was clear and his body back under control as he opened the door. She was lying on the bed with her legs spread for him, her red mound already wet and swollen in anticipation. He groaned. She wasn’t making it easy.
    “Close your legs, pet, and watch.” He undressed in front of her, starting with his boots, then his shirt, ending with the kilt. Her eyes widened when she saw the strength of his erection. He smiled at her lustfully. “Today I will claim you as mine.”
    A soft gasp came from her lips as he lay down beside her. “Close your eyes and focus on my touch.” His command was low and sensual. He caressed her skin, every inch of it, taking his time. She twitched when he grazed her toes, moaned as he lightly petted her mound, and cried out softly when he added his lips to the equation and suckled her breasts.
    After tenderly biting her neck he lay back on the bed and told her, “Now I want you to do the same.”
    Her look of surprise was charming. She tentatively moved to his toes, beginning at the same area. He trusted that having her familiarize herself with his body would ease any fears she was having. It was Ryce’s plan to be overly vocal to reward her as she explored him, knowing how that would gratify her submissive heart.
    She kissed his toes delicately, the same way she had kissed his cock. It was unbearably ticklish and he wiggled his toes in protest. She trilled in response, a sound he hadn’t heard in over a hundred years. His heart palpitated, the sound causing a mixture of pain and joy.
    His pet looked up, as if sensing the change in him. Ryce smiled to hide the disconcerting emotions bombarding him. “Continue, pet. But do not tickle your Master so.”
    She grinned as she started up his legs next, lavishing attention on one and then the other. Licking, nipping and tasting her Master’s body. When she made her way up to his shaft, she teased around it, but did not make contact. He got the impression she knew exactly what she was doing and how insane it was making him, but he said nothing. This was her chance to explore and accept the body that was going to penetrate her.
    His cock, however, jumped and pulsed in protest to her teasing. It had no patience and demanded access into her moist walls. He took a sharp intake of breath when she rubbed her cheek against it, his cock immediately releasing precome.
    She gave the head of his shaft a quick lick, consuming the drop before heading upward. She licked his bellybutton and then lightly nipped his chest. Then she stopped and moved up to his head, staring down at him. Her soulful green eyes held lust and a much deeper emotion. It was